What Chen Mo did not know was that after last night passed, Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing had not rested at all. Instead, they had stood there in the middle of the room, constantly looking at the rooftop and outside, worried sick.
That aura last night had been so powerful it made their hearts palpitate. They did not know what that aura belonged to—perhaps something, perhaps a Strange Beast, perhaps a powerful enemy. But if the two Xiantian old men faced the fellow who had leaked that aura, they would definitely not be able to beat it.
The owner of that aura had simply been too powerful. It was not something two Xiantian could face.
So the two Xiantian old men had not dared sleep in the slightest and had spent the whole night on edge. As for relying on the other martial artists, that was not even worth thinking about. After all, if the enemy was someone even the two Xiantian Martial Artists could not deal with, then no matter how many other Houtian Martial Artists there were, they would have no way to handle that enemy.
It was also because of this that when dawn came the next day and the whole team set out, every member looked somewhat exhausted. Although it was no problem for martial artists to go a night without sleep, staying tense the entire night was too much even for martial artists.
Chen Mo naturally knew nothing about this. When it was time to set out in the morning, he directly had Ouyang Bei go to the mountain path entrance and signal to the team on the platform below. Then the two teams began to depart, one before and one after the other, continuing along the mountain path toward the summit.
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